Chop – The Bait Lyrics

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[Hook]
Nigga, what you live fo'? Simpin' on these bitches?
Crack open a window, I look just like a business
I only know one thing, get my money straight
Feed up on the cake, then re-up on the cake
Cause the money get the bait, the power get the bait
Cause the money get the bait, the power get the bait
Cause the money get the bait, the power get the bait
Cause the money get the bait, the power get the bait

[Verse 1]
The money get the power, the power keep me straight
And it ain't happy hour, give a fuck 'bout what you drank
Why would I worry 'bout these hoes before I worry 'bout my bank?
While y'all niggas steady fishin', I keep ten up in the tape
In case I wanna hit, in case I wanna flip
My Rolex custom taped, ya'll niggas know the risk
These fakers talk this shit, but this is what I live
I only chase this money while these bitches on my dick
Want a Lambo in the summer, not your woman's number
This grind is in my heart, not no fuckin' lover
I swear I never love 'em, we crush 'em, ain't no cuffin'
Put the cloak up on a ho, like a Muslim is our customs

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
What the fuck you think I'm on? I'm on that money and Patron
Up in the mornin', sittin' on it, I'ma grow it, that's the flow
In here rappin', I be swaggin', it ain't hard to get the baddest
But I want that kingpin status, put the greenbacks in the mattress
Fuck what's happenin', I'm an addict, I be actin' like a savage
Got the (?) livin' lavish, and I stack it just for practice
Fuck mackin', I love braggin', in the caddy playin' Madden
Stackin' (?) in the mansion, tryna see which way's the fastest
I ain't (?)
Y'all are silly, love is bogus, y'all be Rocky, I be (?)
So I'm cocky and explosive, and I'm all about my dough shit
I rather grind early than look thirsty as them hoes is

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
On a plan to rule the country, too much
All about the bread, bitch, I don't need no jelly
Been grindin' since a youngin', what can your broke ass tell me?
Canary diamonds pissin' on my wrist, R. Kelly
Witness, take a whiff of some real pimp shit
Y'all be givin' hoes money on some real whipped shit
They know I bred success, so they don't ask me how I'm doin'
I get Mad paper, but its face ain't Alfred Newman
The haters speak (?)
Talkin' business with my lawyers, so I'm tryna speak Jewish
Friends don't matter, they be tryna be Judas
And I only talk money, so I speak that language fluent

[Hook]

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